Reluctant Hood

Humans think Little Red Riding Hood is nothing more than a fairytale, but we hoods know better. We despise the woman who committed the darkest sin one of our kind can: falling in love with a werewolf and becoming his mate. The fairy tale didn't end the way you've been told. Unless you've heard the version in which Little Red was roasted on a silver spit over a fire, that is.And me? I'm more than just her namesake. I'm her legacy.

Everyone knows that love is blind, but even Riona Dade knows it’s supposed to be with a mortal. That’s true even if you are a witch with the ability to magically slay the scum of Hell. Plus, when you find out your ex-boyfriend was a demon, you should probably take your lesson about falling for the wrong guy. Probably. It’s a great theory, anyway. Marc Angeletti, a piece of forbidden fruit with onyx eyes and a razor wit, can start packing his luggage for damnation now. Riona is… wow, but love isn’t really an option for a man who’s dedicated himself to the church. Too bad nobody told his body that. The more he and the witch battle the forces of darkness side by side, the harder it becomes to resist the pull he feels. The only solution is to be a sarcastic ass, and hope she doesn’t call him on it. Or worse, hope she doesn’t have a thing for sarcastic asses. When Lucifer himself takes a personal interest in wooing the witch, the stakes aren’t the only thing raising. As long as Riona and Marc can keep things professional and north of the sheets, no problem. Too bad both of their compasses are broken where bedrooms are concerned.

Assume that demons are incapable of love. Now remember what happens when you assume. If demons aren't supposed to be able to love, then why does Hell's all-star minion, Jerry Romani, keep going all goo-goo eyed every time Riona Dade's around? Is there something about the redhead that's different from the other women he's been dispatched to seduce? And why, oh why, does the Devil himself want this sexy yet prosaic mortal tagged and tailed? Things between the embedded demon and the sultry statistician start to heat up just as the temperatures outside take a dive, and Jerry soon realizes Riona will be opening more than just his package come Christmas. She's opening his heart, and with it, a world of possibility about what their futures might hold. This prequel also includes (in an act explainable by the author) two short, post-series stories.

"One beautiful and epic love story." - Sweet Spot Book Blog August Grayson knows there's no place for someone like Maeve in his world. Still, if only... Maeve O’Connor has nothing but her good name and the hope that August will prove lenient when she comes seeking clemency. Fate has pulled Maeve and August together since they were children; it was only the world that came between. Passion blinds them to the challenges closing in on both the Irish and English fronts, threatening to destroy them both. Working to bridge that which divides them, tempting fate with each stolen kiss, and torn between desire and obligation, Maeve and August strive to overcome all and find a love by any measure.

This is a critical history of spy fiction, film and television in the United States, with a particular focus on the American fictional spies that rivaled (and were often influenced by) Ian Fleming's James Bond. James Fenimore Cooper's Harvey Birch, based on a real-life counterpart, appeared in his novel The Spy in 1821. While Harvey Birch's British rivals dominated spy fiction from the late 1800s until the mid-1930s, American spy fiction came of age shortly thereafter. The spy boom in novels and films during the 1960s, spearheaded by Bond, heavily influenced the espionage genre in the United States for years to come, including series like The Man from U.N.C.L.E. and Matt Helm. The author demonstrates that, while American authors currently dominate the international spy fiction market, James Bond has cast a very long shadow, for a very long time.

It was just a local newspaper column, right? But when reporter Molly Popp touted themarriage-worthiness of local rancherBob Jacobs, would-be wives descended onhis Mule Hollow ranch by the busload. Mollyfelt guilty for the ruckus she'd caused—especially when Bob was injured rescuing anoverzealous admirer from a bull. There wasnothing else city-slicker Molly could do butpitch in and help Bob out. That is, until word of her column broughtthe job offer she'd been praying for and achoice she never thought she'd have to make:a Manhattan byline or Mule Hollow's mosteligible bachelor.